It began with a drum. Then the monsters came. I've been hiding ever since.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Day One

I stole a yellow memo pad from the supply locker. I hope they don't care. I
need to write something down. I remember hearing somewhere that having a
journal is a good way to avoid going crazy. It was on the Today Show, or something
like that. They'd have to be experts, right? Doesn't matter, I won't get in
trouble. The bank won't be working for a while. I don't care though, after
everything that's just happened. I don't want to work here anymore if this is going
to happen in the area. It hit around six tonight. It was right before I
could close the drive-up. There was this weird hammering sound everywhere. I
thought it was just some construction, but it didn't stop. A drumming started and came booming through every wall and counter. It was almost like a casual
vibration or something. These things came out shortly after it started. I knew because I heard screams. At first they
were everywhere around the building, people screaming, running, and being
chased. A big guy in a Twins jersey came running by the bank's
windows and something grabbed him from underneath. Something was crawling around out there. There was a scream, crunch,
and nothing else. I hid down and behind the counters. Something exploded outside,
sending a tree branch into the front doors and throwing glass everywhere. I
crawled to the basement. There were more explosions, like they were following
me. The lights went out quickly and without warning. I heard some brakes
screech and a woman scream. The door to the basement still worked. A battery
controlled the whole keypad thing. Three hours since then, my phone is holding the
time at least. I’m going to hide here all night. The mold and dust smell is
driving me a little nuts. The basement had a few cookies and stale chips from some old office parties. I ate them all. I don't care. I tried calling my dad, sister,
and my girlfriend. No answer, nothing, not a whisper. It was probably like 9/11
when the phones crashed, or when Michael Jackson died. I'm going to try and
sleep soon. The walls keep shaking, and there are distant sounds of smashes and
screams. War? The Russians? An earthquake in Saint Paul? Whatever, I'm not going
to sit down here all night. I'll have to pee eventually. The bathroom is
upstairs. I'll try and sleep first. Maybe I can drive home in the
morning. My dog is home after all. She hates thunderstorms. She can't be doing
very well with this.

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Hello! My name is Patrick W. Marsh. I'm a sci-fi, fantasy, and horror writer from Minnesota. I write all the time... THE MADNESS. Anyways, my dog Millie, my family, and of course my aquarium take up the rest of my life. CHECK OUT MY BLOGS. Specifically, my apocalyptic and serial narrative "The Greenfield Diaries," and "A Phantom Forest." I've also had my first novel recently published. It's titled "Beware the Ills," and is part one in trilogy I'm writing called "The Caged Thunder." I'm currently working on the sequel. Thank you for viewing my profile, and stay tuned for more monsters.